My Royal Name
When I sleep I dream of crimson
And my power as a ring giver.
Drunken blades I often remember,
And the clamor of their treason.
This face is all but nothing,
A mirror reflects a disguise.
In sleep I found new life,
But I never wake to the word King.
From a long line of betrayal
I was born on the streets of time.
Blades and crowns I replaced with rhymes,
Though no one knows I am royal.
Remove the steel from its home
And lick my precious rubies.
I am his echo, I am the statesman,
I am a new memory.